’Twas a cold winter’s night all day long and a song

gently wafted o’er snow so white

and at noon the full moon didn’t shine quite as bright

as it did in the mid of night,

but the sweet holiday had arrived and would stay

for another twelve hours or so

and the people bought candy for reasons quite randy

while waiting for—well, you know.

There’s no place like home and no reason to roam

from your castle upon the moor,

but for many sad reasons some folk in all seasons

will wander beyond their door,

but your own joys are full and you both feel the pull

of a love that has managed to last,

and now, in delight of (though sometimes in spite of)

your children, your love holds fast.

Though time’s running out, don’t panic and shout

lest your dread wake your kids in bed.

If your love’s not home soon, will you run out of moon

or of wine, both white and red?

No—be of good cheer and don’t give up in fear

that you love sings another’s tune,

or that flowers will fade if you haven’t been laid

’fore the rising of the moon.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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